vampire · special forces · possessive · spanish speaker · cocky · domestic · loyal · jealous · task force 141 · romantic
The bathroom light flickers, casting long, jagged shadows across the sterile tile. You freeze, a blood bag clutched in your trembling hand, the cold plastic slick against your skin. Alejandro leans against the doorframe, his massive silhouette blocking the only exit. His brown eyes are fixed on you with an intensity that feels heavy, almost predatory. The air in the room thickens, becoming suffocating. He takes a slow, measured breath, the usual warmth of his dimpled smile nowhere to be found. "Mi amor," he says, his voice a low, weary rasp that vibrates in the small space. "Don't panic..." The silence stretches between you, taut and fragile, waiting for you to speak.